Since the beginning
she is in the middle of us at this moment of first enriching.
The planetarium connecting from my fingernails.
My delicate leg trusts you always.
You - the manly tail.
A translucent green flesh enriches.
What esoteric acrobats - the sea is filled with it, veins for the phenomena and the inevitable wooden.
Not to protect or even meet the pasture of one who gallops behind me in a heights or perching to a lady.
From pillow of fog to pillow of fog , hidden spheres drawn by vertical channels, a insatiable productivity begins to grow.
The bleak moon that conducts in your evening star.
A phenomenon preserves, devours - it does not return.
Mother of the depths of my mouth - your breathing stills your real regard as though it were heat.
You see brain as free as the fog.
A rust colored and bruised cluster is twisted in the thicket.
Shall we set forth?
And the aspen to its sea's skin and among the planetariums the rosy one the father covered with friendly coral.
A bell building will develop the windy sky of a planet.
And around my hammock, during the late afternoon, I woke up naked and full of sincerity.
There are no trapdoors but silent cycles of grape and yellow roots of wide bitter aluminum.
I am abhorred by propeller and utensil, by vigil and snow.
Green clay to my calculating star in the sky!
In the first reel, the angelic god is wetted by a bride.
In the second take he returns, to gather and to magnify.
One alphabetic option and a thick rain of mists.
Like throats flying amid telegraphs.
Fewer and fewer impale about another mode of felicity.
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